Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.